Betray

The voice of the young, elegantly dressed man was cold and merciless, like the death before his eyes was of no concern, even though the number of deaths had exceeded what a common man 

could comprehend.

"Yes sir." 

The ordering officer in full black armor moved out after the command was given.

The rest of the soldiers stood beside the young man. Each one of them had a strong presence, comparable to the temple knights…

No! They were even stronger than the temple knights!

Among the temple knights, there were only a few who could don a heavy-plated armor, carry a two-handed greatsword at their back and move with the speed of a sprinting horse.

It was only achievable with a perfect combination of strength, stamina and speed.

Of course, the other concerning thing was the hatred contained in their presence.

It was as fierce as a vengeful spirit, as heavy as an evil spirit.